It’s almost 3am and I’m getting ready to go to bed, but before I did, I wanted to take a moment to admit out loud how scared I am. When I wake up later this morning, I’ll be taking my first dose of Latuda.
I’ve tried so many drugs without success, it’s daunting to think about another”day one.” But here I go again, hoping that this time will be different; that this time, this drug, will be The One that helps me get some semblance of control and normalcy. Assuming I truly want that, which I doubt sometimes. Besides the fact that this is all I’ve ever known, I worry. What if the only thing that makes me special is my volatility?!? (So maybe my real fear is that it will work. (???))
I guess we’ll see what happens. 5, 4, 3, 2 . . . . . . .